The warm afternoon sun slanted through the living room window, creating a streak of golden light across the floor. Ben lounged on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through his phone while the muffled hum of vacuuming drifted from the other room. Brooke, his mother, appeared in the doorway, her sleeves rolled up and a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. With a hand on her hip, she called out over the noise of the vacuum...

Chapter 1 I hadn’t been particularly pleased when my husband, Steven, had asked if his friend Kevin could stay at our house for a month. Kevin had apparently lost his job, and the bank had seized his house. He was completely broke and my husband really wanted to help him out. “No,” I said. “If Kevin can’t hold down a job, that’s his problem. He’s not freeloading off me.” I didn’t have a problem with Kevin. He was a nice g...

I smiled, sipping a lemonade, watching my tiny but gorgeous niece Mia and her friends in the swimming pool. I was hosting a graduation party for them. High school was over and my niece, who had graduated top of her class, was soon off to college. The girls were playing volleyball in the pool when my niece hit the ball high in the air. I watched it sailing out of the pool and right over the fence. “I’ll go fetch it,” I sai...

Chapter 1 She was obviously nervous. “What is it, Sandra?” I asked impatiently, looking at my watch. My neighbour, a woman in her 50s, finally spat out what she had come to ask me. Sandra was a relatively pretty woman for her age, with her pure white skin and dark hair. She wasn’t by any means fat, but she had thick legs and ample breasts just a little smaller than my own. Even though I was only 27, she had to look up at...

I’m in hell. I’m walking through Alia’s front door, and I’m in hell. And not in one of the nice circles, oh no. This entire evening has been a gradual, but unstoppable descent into my worst nightmares. I’m wobbly on my feet. My heels – which I hate wearing – have hurt my feet, my cocktail dress is a pallid imitation of Alia’s that only seems to emphasize rather than reduce our differences in wealth and status, and I’ve lo...

“How do I look?” Alia twirls in a deep green dress before me, giggling for all the world like we haven’t spent most of the afternoon trudging through the mall. Still, I’m a good sport, so I give her a smile. “Very pretty, Alia.” God, I feel like I’m in the Say the line, Ralph! scene from The Simpsons. “You should try some of these dresses yourself!” Alia says, picking another dress to try out. “Come on Zainab, live a litt...

Have you ever met anyone that you truly despise? I’m not one of those girls that pretends they don’t hate. I’m a hater for sure and I’m proud to admit it. I hate people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I hate people that were handed everything on a plate. I hate people who think they’re better than everyone else, and I especially hate celebrities and influencers.   What is the thing with influencers? I ju...

Being the only female judge in my city carries weight. It had been a long road of ambition, education and professionalism to reach the height that I had. I'd barged my way through sexism and misogyny to sit comfortably in one of the most respected positions in the community. When I sat on that bench overseeing a hearing, it said 'Judge Sanders' on the nameplate and everyone knew it. I was in charge.Being a moderately attr...

Michael was the first, and only, submissive I ever met in person. For my nineteenth birthday, he had been the one to buy me my first car. It was a goal I'd never thought I'd reach with a submissive, but one that had secretly excited me tremendously long before I'd learned what exactly I was. The act had marked a more than noticeable shift in our relationship. We'd met when I'd been a bratty sixteen-year-old, disconnected...

Sandy had moved in on Sunday. Monday morning, Mary started keeping secrets. They multiplied fast, and she got better at lying even faster. She was almost proud of it. Mary told her mother her budget wasn’t working out after all. Mum was incredibly sweet about it. She wouldn’t hear Mary apologize or put herself down. Paying your way through college was hard these days, much harder than it had been in her time, she said. Da...

“Will you hurry up with that down there? My bedroom is a real mess, I can’t get a good night’s sleep like that.” “Yes Sandy, I’m almost done.” Sandy was sitting at the kitchen table, and Mary was on her knees wiping up a puddle of coke from the floor. After several hours of cleaning and washing for Sandy, she was almost resigned to her new situation. Just enough, anyway, to have begun worrying about practical matters. Spa...

I won't bore you with my weekend but suffice it to say  I had no money and was terrified.  Mostly because I knew I was going to give myself to Miss Crystal and that she was clearly cruel and sadistic.  But I had no real choice.  I could say no, not give her what she wanted.  She had given me an easy out, even encouraged me to take it.  I was allowed to say no but was just incapable of it.  I was compelled beyond my abilit...

I loved the mall.  I didn't like shopping and the food reminded me of high school, but I loved the mall.  In particular the cheaper malls that sat a little further away and attracted crowds of inner city youth.  I didn't really love the mall, I guess.  I loved these beautiful, hard girls.  I would go and eat and fantasize about them using me.  Exploiting me.It makes me a little uncomfortable because I knew to an extent th...